Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Pole,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.